In the ink-like night, outside Meiji City, 50,000 Xiongnu surrendered soldiers and nearly 10,000 Xiongnu men selected from the city spent an afternoon under the command of the Han army, digging a huge divine pit, and under the command of the Han army, all the corpses inside and outside the city were moved into the divine pit.

Even though summer has already begun, it has turned the place to night. When the wind blows, it can still rush into the clothes. Under the surveillance of the Han people, these Huns began to carry buckets of oil transported from the city and sprinkle evenly on the corpses.

They didn't understand why the Han people had to dig such a big pit and waste so much oil. They had been buried for a while? These oils were all things they had started to stock up for the winter, and they almost used up all of them.

But now under the surveillance of the Han people, they dare not talk too much. They can only sprinkle oil over and over again according to the Han people's instructions to ensure that there are no omissions.

"General, it's almost done!" Hua Xiong climbed up from the pit and bowed to Xu Rong.

"Retract all soldiers!" Xu Rong nodded, without a trace of expression on his cold face, and he told Hua Xiong in a voice without any emotion.

"Here!" Hua Xiong bowed and waved, "Get off the team!"

"Woo~Woo~Woo~Woo~" A trumpeter puffed his cheeks and blew the horn. The Han army, who were patrolling the pit, quickly retreated from the huge pit.

A group of Huns looked at the retreating Han army in a daze, not understanding what the Han army was doing.

A quarter of an hour later, all the Han army climbed out of the pit, but did not let the Huns in the pit come out. The stench emitted by the corpses that had been dry for a day was mixed with the smell of oil. Some of the Huns wanted to climb up, but the Han army drank back. They could only bear the unpleasant smell and looked at the Han army slowly retreating.

"Hand up the shield!" With the order of Xu Rong, rows of shield hands came out and began to set up defenses outside the pit. Due to the number of people, the entire pit could not be surrounded by airtight, but it was enough to cooperate with the crossbowman and spearman in the rear to block all the retreat routes of the giant pit.

"Rockets are ready!" Xu Rong shouted again.

A famous archer who had already prepared quickly pulled the greased cluster of arrows on the torch. The cluster of arrows was immediately wrapped in a cluster of firelight. Under the night sky, a few fireflies lined up in neat formations, which looked quite beautiful.

"Target... Huns, shoot arrows!" Everything was ready, Xu Rong shouted sternly.

The soldiers were stunned, but the quality of the soldiers still made them quickly calibrate the direction without any hesitation. Then, with the command of generals at all levels, fire arrows rushed up one by one, drew a brilliant arc in the night sky with a low roar, and fell towards the huge pit.

It seemed as if the entire starry sky was falling, the Huns in it could not feel the slightest beauty. At this moment, they finally knew why the pit was so big, and finally why the Han people had to use grease to cover the pit.

Anger, unwillingness, hatred and despair roared into the sky like a group of wolves roaring in the silent night sky, but it could not stop the fire arrow from falling into this mass grave.

The grease layer was very thick, and some arrow clusters fell down, leaving only a string of blue smoke extinguished, but more of them ignited the surrounding grease. Then, amid a roar of despair and anger, the fire began to spread rapidly around, and in an instant the entire huge pit was shrouded in flames.

The Huns had been applied to oil for several hours, and they inevitably had a lot of them on their bodies. At this moment, they almost burned at a glance. Some of them were crazily crawling out of the pit near the edge, rolling desperately on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames on their bodies, but what greeted them was cold and ruthless clusters of arrows.

In the dark night, people came out of the pit one by one. For Sagittarius, it was simply the most perfect mobile target, so how could he be polite?

The originally cool night became hot, even though it was more than ten feet away from the fire pit, the Han soldiers around were all roasted and their mouths were dry. As a last resort, Xu Rong ordered the soldiers to retreat ten feet again, and the burning sensation was relieved a little.

A fire burned for a whole night before it gradually faded. At the moment when Xu Rong ordered the troops to withdraw, many people were exhausted. The moisture in their bodies was baked by the flames all night, and many people were dehydrated. Xu Rong frowned and hurriedly ordered the military doctor to diagnose.

Most of these doctors are novice and can handle some external trauma, but they are too complicated and cannot handle it. If they are dehydrated, they still have a way. They ordered people to prepare a lot of salt water for these soldiers to drink, and then let the soldiers rest for a day before they recovered.

The whole Meiji was filled with the smell of roasted meat. In the following period, although the army had jerky food and other food, the soldiers didn't even want to look at it, and some people couldn't stop vomiting when they saw the meat.

"Huh~"

In a hill more than ten miles away from Meijicheng, Hu Chuquan clenched his fists with his hands, and his steel teeth were creaking. The nails of his ten fingers were embedded in the flesh because of excessive force, and the blood oozed outwards through the cracks of his fingers.

"Shanyu!" Several Hun warriors guarded Huchuquan and looked in the direction of Meiji worriedly.

Hu Chuquan did not run far away. After confirming that the Han army had not chased him, he took a detour back. It was not that he wanted to counterattack. Meijicheng was occupied, so how difficult it was to counterattack? He wanted to gather some more defeated troops. After all, there were so many Huns in Meijicheng. He didn't believe that the Han army could kill them all, and without war horses, they couldn't run far. When he came back, he wanted to gather some more troops, and secondly, he wanted to see if he could touch a few war horses for them to ride. After all, it was eight hundred miles away from here to Jilu Village, without a mount. He ran over with two legs. God knows which month of that year was going to run?

However, no one expected that the Han people were so cruel. They didn't know how many people were in the huge pit, but the army that had not escaped from Meijicheng might have been gone.

A total of 150,000 troops, except for those who died in battle before, Hu Chuquan estimated that there were at least 80,000 people in the city. I don’t know how many Hu Chuquan died in battle yesterday, but except for the less than 3,000 people who ran out with him, there may not be any left at this moment.

After this battle, the Southern Xiongnu basically died in name only. Wuyuan Village had no troops to adjust. The remaining ones were either women or a group of children who had not grown up. When the Han people arrived, it would be the spoils of the Han people. The five thousand people in Jilu Village wanted to re-establish the royal court of the Southern Xiongnu on the grassland?

Not to mention Huchuquan, even the Huchu warriors felt that evil fire was constantly rising in their hearts, but Huchuquan's appearance made them very worried. They were worried that Huchuquan would not be able to think about it at this time and fight against the Han people. Even if they were extremely angry, these Huhunus knew that fighting with these Han people now would definitely hit stones with eggs, and there was no meaning except for making the Han army more contributions.

"Tuoba!" Hu Chuquan bit his lips and blood spilled out. The pain made him forcefully calm down. With a huge hatred, he brought several generals to join the tribesmen waiting in the distance. This was the last little vitality of the Huns, but he wanted to use this last little vitality to rebuild the Huns. One day, he would use the blood of the Han people to repay the debt!

"Yes!" The Huns who were clicked stood up and bowed to Huchuquan.

"You go to Yinshan and tell Kuitou, Wuyuan Village, to give it to him. Whether you dare to ask for it is his business." Hu Chuquan gritted his teeth.

If you want to gain a foothold in the grassland, you have to take advantage of the situation. Including the people from Jiluzhai, he only has eight thousand people, which seems to be quite large, but on the grassland, it is just a medium-sized tribe. It is too difficult and too difficult to rebuild the Huns. If it can cause conflicts between the Xianbei and the Han people, he can make profits from it. Anyway, he cannot go to Wuyuan Village. It is a dead end. It is better to give it to the Xianbei people and let the Xianbei people fight with the Han people. If he can incite the war between the Han people and the Xianbei people, he will have the opportunity to bypass Yinshan and rebuild the Southern Huns north of Yinshan.

"Yes!" Tuoba nodded, turned around and left without saying a word.

"Let's go!" Hu Chuquan led the remaining tribe members towards Jilu Village.

After a long journey, Hu Chuquan and others walked for nearly a month. However, when he saw the floating flag of the Han Dynasty above Jilu Village, Hu Chuquan felt that his eyes turned black and his body shook, and he almost fell to the ground.

Guan Hai and Ji Ling received Ye Zhao's order and crossed the Hetao with airships and hit Jiluzhai directly. They flew at such a long distance and did not know the way. Guan Hai and Ji Ling also went wrong several times before they found the direction of Jiluzhai and arrived three days ago.

The Huns who were stationed in Jiluzhai were confused when they saw the enemy coming from the air for the first time. The war or one-sided crushing lasted only for a quarter of an hour. The people in Jiluzhai were completely defeated and fled in a panic. They were originally preparing to go to Wuyuan Village, but they happened to meet Guan Yu who was ordered to come to support him.

In order to ensure that the Southern Xiongnu clan could be destroyed, after Meiji stabilized, Xu Rong sent someone to inform Guan Yu to lead his army to Jilu Village to help Guan Hai and Ji Ling kill the remaining Hu Chuquan troops completely.

The Huns who fled in a hurry met Guan Yu who had been slaughtered all the way. The ending was naturally self-evident. They were chased by Guan Yu for thirty miles. With the cooperation of the flying boat, they captured all the defenders of Jiluzhai in one fell swoop, and then the previous scene came up.

When Hu Chuquan was confused, Guan Yu received the message and had already led the cavalry out of the horse. From a distance, he saw Hu Chuquan with a distraught face. Guan Yu naturally did not recognize Hu Chuquan, but Hu Chuquan was covered with precious fur and the stars were surrounded by the Huns like the moon. He was obviously a big shot, so Guan Yu didn't even even say hello, and rode alone on his horse. Before Hu Chuquan could react, he chopped off the head of the Huns with one knife.

"Shanyu!" A group of Huns exclaimed when they saw this. Someone was angry and wanted to fight to the death, but Guan Yu had already retreated calmly and joined the cavalry to fight again.
Chapter completed!